Charlie sat inside the carriage where his brother was supposed to travel, cloaked in a heavy cape.

No one was supposed to know that Azura was supervising this convoy—or at least that was how it should have been.

But with a spy on the loose, it was obvious this journey wouldn’t go smoothly.

The long supply caravan was making its way through a narrow path deep within a canyon.

The towering cliffs flanked the closed carriages and the guards riding horseback to protect the cargo.

The leader of the warriors was of the dragon race, but most of the others were feline shapeshifters, werewolves, and a few skilled human combatants.

Charlie tensed as he sat in the carriage, sensing the exact moment the attack began.

"Everyone, to arms! Defend the supplies—!" BOOM! A powerful explosion drowned out the dragon general’s roar.

Magical mines had been buried deep in the ground, and it was clear this ambush had been meticulously planned to catch them off guard.

Dozens of warriors appeared at both ends